Today I am going to pretend to be normal.
I am going to behave as I would have before that Friday.
I am going to hang up the washing
and I am going to weed the garden
without my finger on the button
of my remote control panic device.
However,
it will be
the back garden.
And the device will be
in my pocket.
Well,
I did tell you
that I was only pretending,
didn’t I?
(1 January 2001)
This is the 3rd in a series of 3 and includes first 'That Friday (29 October 2009) ' and second 'My October Visitors'.
How does on manage to be so simple with poetry and still manages to completely have a full swing impact to the minds of the readers. I guess some things come through experience, don't they. A lovely piece of poetry. I enjoyed it especially on the line that says 'and I am going to weed the garden'_i was like, yah... Diana is really good..Well done.
What a lovely thing to say, Sicelo! Ngiyakubonga kakhulu! Thank you for getting to the heart of my poetry and for the lovely comments!
Remind me what 'normality' means again. Oh! you just did. In wonderfully engaging fashion. t x
Once again, this is a great example of that 'controlled panic' that you are having to go through after such an experience. Coping...each day, each hour, each minute...trying to get....Back to Normality? Great writing! !
Thank you, Scarlett! I had never thought of calling it 'controlled panic' - well said! Thinking about it, I realise that I have on many occasions, gone through 'controlled panic', for example planning what to do do in case this - or in case that - and then discovering that there was, after all, no need! I pretty much do my own self-counselling and I get there. People often say as free as a bird - but birds aren't free - they take every precaution they can, THEN, they go ahead and celebrate life and joy at its higest (literally and metaphorically) . I took counsel from them too - I take every precaution necessary, and then I relax and enjoy life to the full! I love your very clever last sentence leading up to the title of my poem! Thank you for the great compliment and the other implied ones.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So now I've read the Terrible Trilogy. What can I say? It's horrific. But you are terrific - hold no grudges, try to understand, even empathise. Treasures in heaven.
Giggles, Laurie! The Terrible Trilogy! I like that! What lovely things you said about me! Thank you! My son said that his mother is the only person he knows who could bring humour into such a situation (as in the first poem) , lol!